hmm, wonder if we can send pic. We are in a tavern on the wrong side of the tracks, railroad and freight cars out the front window, grain elevator, too, river is behind us, tornado watch, hail storms on the way from the west, pool tables, bad 70's paintings and macarame art on the wall

I don't care about any of those things. People who read memoir as non fiction are pretty silly. Rousseau wrote one of the great memoirs. We used to call memoirs confessions. It's a great book of fiction